Page 88 of Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
"Ooh," she bats her eyelids, "I’m soooo scared, I’m—" She huffs as I kick my hips forward and drive into her, burying myself to the hilt. She hits her head back against the door, "It’s too much, too hard, too large, too everything—"
"Quiet," I order and she presses her lips together.
"Look at me when I fuck you," I growl, and color smears her cheeks. "Shit, you love it when I talk dirty, don’t you?"
"What?" she squeaks, then lowers her chin. "Of course, not. What gave you—?"
I pull out, then thrust into her again and she moans, "Ohmygod."
"I’m right here," I answer.
"Jesus, you’ve got such a big ego."
"You’re welcome, sugar."
She peers at me from under hooded eyelashes, "If you weren’t so good at fucking, I’d take exception to your corny dialogue."
"You’re welcome, again." I laugh. "And it’s not corny, when it’s the truth."
"Why you—"
I piston my hips, and sink into her with such force that the entire door shakes. She gasps, digs her heels into my sides, grabs onto my shoulders with such impact that my nerve-endings pop in response. "Shit." The pressure at the base of my spine builds in intensity, my vision tunnels, my cock lengthens... "Fuck," I growl. "Come with me, Flower." I thrust into her, my balls slapping against her inner thighs. "Come all over my dick," I command, and she shatters.
She cries out, arches her back, thrusts her breasts up and into my chest, squeezes her pussy around my cock and shudders as her climax crashes through her.
I watch her face, her flushed features, the beautiful column of her throat, the beads of water that dot her shoulders, the creaminess of her breasts, the swollen tips of her nipples. Leaning down, I suck on one and she shivers. I raise my face to hers. "Julia," I whisper, "open your eyes."
She flutters her eyelids, gazes at me with pupils so dilated that my groin hardens. I plunge into her again and again as my climax crashes over me. I erupt inside of her, shooting long streams of my release. She leans up, presses her lips to mine, offering herself up—her sweetness, her vitality, her life—and I know then, I can’t see her again. I need to leave, need to get away from her before this…thing spirals out of control. Before I allow her further into my heart, my soul…my home… Introduce her to my daughter.No, I can't do that.
I pull out of her.
"What’s wrong?" She scowls.
"I need to leave."
She stares at me, "What? You don’t mean it."
I lower her to the floor; her knees seem to give way. I reach for her, then pull back. If I touch her, I am gone. I need to put distance between us. Fast. Reaching down, I grab my jacket and pull it on.
"You can stay here for as long as you want."
"I… I don’t understand."
"The arrangement is over."
"So, do I get to meet your daughter?"
I look her up and down, "What makes you think you are worthy of meeting her?"
Her features crumple, "Asshole."
"Yep." I attempt to smirk, but it feels plastic. "That’s me. You didn’t think that I wanted more than to take your arse and your pussy… Couldn’t get to your mouth, but…" I shrug, "not that it’s much of a loss, considering you aren’t even a great kisser."What the fuck was that? What is wrong with me?
She gapes. "Are you…" She shakes her head, "You’re a horrible, horrible man."
I swallow the words I want to say and nod. "What-fucking-ever." I jerk my chin, "Would you mind getting out of my way? I need to get home to my daughter."
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